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Calei Rein
AGE: 16
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Initiate
HEIGHT: 5'2
WEIGHT: 110
FORCE: Exceptional Balance (With her physical balance, not Dark/Light)
AGE: 16
SPECIES: Human
FACTION: Jedi
RANK: Initiate
HEIGHT: 5'2
WEIGHT: 110
FORCE: Exceptional Balance (With her physical balance, not Dark/Light)
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Calei remembered nothing about her biological parents. She remembered very little when she was found by the Cathar. Her adopted mother was a sweet female by the name of Plumar. She had only known her mother, Plumar’s mate had died in a hunt. Grieving, Plumar walked around the planet, asking the universe for a sign that her life was going to be okay. Just as she thought that, she heard the cries of a baby. You can guess the rest of the story. This same story is why Calei has had such an attachment to the Force, the way of the universe.
And so, Calei was raised by the Cathar. They were intelligent and loyal, but they were also passionate and had a temper. Many great Jedi had come from their planet. When their Elders suggested Plumar that the Jedi path would be better for Calei, a human sensitive to the Force; Plumar was reluctant to accept that her adopted daughter was going to leave her. Instead of sending Calei straight to the Jedi, Plumar spoke to the Elders. They were convinced enough to let Calei have at least some of her childhood on Cather, as long as she was educated about the Force.
Calei’s childhood was a balance of dark and light. She was exposed to the trade market on Cathar when she was young. Unfortunately, one of those trades were slaves. Plumar held her close and spat at the traders eyeing her golden eyed child.
Calei was separated from Plumar. She ran for her, calling, but there was no answer. People were everywhere. The golden eyed girl ran for the outside of the market. As she reached the outskirts, she stopped for breath.
White, hot pain seared through her upper chest. Agony filled her brain, and tears filled her eyes. An energy whip snapped across her collarbone. Crack. The whipped snapped through the air, this time, burning Calei’s hips. It happened three more times, but Calei refused to move. “Grab the girl,” A surprisingly feminine voice called. Calei whirled around in terror. As tears streamed down her face, she wailed for her adopted mother. Plumar burst through the crowd. Her claws ripped through an attacker’s throat. She growled loudly at the others, they stepped back. The energy whip cracked again, catching Plumar on the hip. She yowled in pain, and fell to her knees.
Plumar, full of adrenaline, leapt at the slaver, and pinned her down. Seething, yet mindful of her surroundings, she spat. “Never touch her, or anyone, from this planet again. Do you understand?” Plumar’s hand/paw tightened around the slaver’s throat. “Do you?” The slaver bared her teeth, but nodded.
Plumar lifted herself up, held Calei tightly, and ran. Shopping the market could be done another day.
Calei’s scars were treated with wise care. They were reminders of the darkness in the world, the same darkness that Calei wanted to be trained to fight,
As said before, there was light on Calei’s childhood. More so than dark. She remembered stumbling through the jungle cities on her stumpy legs. When her legs finally lengthened, she leapt through branches. People knew her, being one of the only human babies running around. She was usually welcomed.
At age 9, Plumar and the elders decided it was time. Calei was nervous. She's never been around others like this before.
Years passed until she was ready to become an initiate. -
“Don’t seem to trust me? Is it the eyes..? I promise, I’m not a Sith.”
Calei eyed who approached her with golden eyes. Her eyes moved from you to the surroundings, as if watching particles in the air. Dark russet hair fell to her middle back. It would be longer, it was in natural curls. It was a blessing and a curse. It was beautiful and thick, however, it held heat and humidity. She stood guarded, her arms poised at her sides. Her lithe body held her balance, when she got restless she stood up on the balls of her sleek feet. When Calei wasn’t barefoot, she either had thin slippers or thin boots on. She liked feeling her feet on the ground. Her wrists were tiny, she could writhe free of a hard grasp (an asset she learned when she was young). Her fingers were dainty and slender.. She often grew her nails to a specific spot where she would have a centimeter of keratin for claws. Calei had a primitive, feral side to her, as she would often result to clawing and biting as her main source of defense. Her curves were proportionate to her small stature. Her body was lightly muscled, but she considered herself lean.
A strong mandible outlined her face, with high cheekbones, and an annoyingly pointed nose. A splatter of faint freckles ran across the bridge of her bony nose. Her face just began to blemish. The young girl had a gangly neck that blended into her sleek shoulders. Underneath her pronounced collar bones was a long, pink scar on the right side. Around her hips shared the same curling scars. The pink was thankfully slightly evened out against her russet- olive skin. When she smiled, a single dimple would appear on the left side of her face. When she talked, you could see that her canines were sharpened so she would fit in with her adopted species. Her small, yet plump lips curved slightly upward.
The amber eyes made you so much more aware of her presence. The unique trait was normally found repulsing, especially by Calei. It didn’t help that she always stared everything down. She found it hard to focus at most times. Her ears were pierced on the lobe, the tragus, the upper ring of cartilage (on the left ear), and she always had a helix cuff. Metals and colors were changed to match her mood. -
Calei tends to be quiet and thoughtful, for the most part. She is still young and developing. She tends to get very fired up when she is feeling attacked, especially when she thinks it is over nothing. Her eyes tend to scan people constantly, trying to read their emotions so she knows how to respond. Calei has trouble with her self-esteem, and often struggles with her emotions. She often gets very emotional, tears would spring up in her eyes; she would cry when she is alone in her thoughts, or over the tiniest thing. Calei is very self-conscious about her eyes, if anyone stares her self-esteem bottoms and she gets defensive.
Calei tries to be as compassionate as possible, helping those in need. If she's in a bad mood, however, she'll sometimes go in the other direction.
Calei has been told she can be wise for her age, but she thinks otherwise. In fact, she very rarely accepts compliments.
Although, I've told you that Calei can be rather quiet with a beta personality, an alpha can exploit itself in the right situations. If Calei finds herself in a group with other betas, she'll step up. The more she does so, the more confident she is.
She can get boisterous, loud, energetic, sassy to the utmost level, and sometimes obnoxious towards the right people.
"Pleased to meet you, my name is Calei Rein. I hope this doesn't end badly." -
On the force: “I don’t think everyone who uses the dark side is evil, it’s as simple as that. Am I going grey? No, I just try to see the best in people. Bugger off.”
On war:
“I have no interest in war unless I witness a crime in said war.”
On love:
“I don’t know what to feel, I barely know how to feel. I don’t know if I should feel. All I know, is that there’s someone for everyone.”
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